To the Ark Away, or Perish

To the ark away

or per­ish:

Sinners

to the ark away;

Vain the hope

that thou­sands cher­ish

Of de­li­ver­ance in that day;

When de­struct­ion

Cometh

that no arm can stay.

Sinners

be ad­vised

and haste ye

To the ark that op­en lies;

Why

O why

in fol­ly waste ye

Precious time that quick­ly flies?

Soon your laugh­ter

Will be turned to mourn­ful cries.

Hear the Lord Him­self in­vite you

To His arms

a re­fuge sure;

O be­lieve Him

lest He smite you

With a curse that none can cure;

When He thun­ders

Who His an­ger can en­dure?

They are safe

and none be­side them

Who the Sav­ior’s word obey;

They are safe

for He will hide them

In the dark and gloomy day;

He will hide them

Till the storm has passed away.

Then a bright and glo­ri­ous sea­son

Shall suc­ceed

and nev­er end;

Hear Him then

for there is rea­son:

Jesus is the sin­ner’s friend;

Safe His peo­ple

Nothing shall His saints of­fend.